Existentialism
By day,
By night,
We fight,
Summoning all of our might.
They try to douse our flame, but it's still burning bright.
Our crime,
in time
You’ll find,
Is popular for a certain kind of mind.
Goodbye hate,
Goodbye sorrow,
Wonder who life will take tomorrow.
A product of our wills,
Crossing the hills
cranked out by the mills
of those who are ruled by this system still,
who believe life is already filled, and distilled,
discounting freewill.
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